606. Mary’s Song

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Charles Spurgeon takes a close look at Mary’s song of praise.

A Sermon Delivered on Sunday Morning, December 25, 1864, by C. H. Spurgeon, at the Metropolitan Tabernacle, Newington.

And Mary said, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” (Luke 1:46,47)

1. Mary was on a visit when she expressed her joy in the language of this noble song. It would be well if all our social visits were as useful to our hearts as this visit was to Mary. “Iron sharpens iron; so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend”: Mary, full of faith, goes to see Elizabeth, who is also full of holy confidence, and the two are not long together before their faith mounts to full assurance, and their full assurance bursts forth in a torrent of sacred praise. This praise aroused their slumbering powers, and instead of two ordinary village women, we see before us two prophetesses and poetesses, upon whom the Spirit of God abundantly rested. When we meet with our relatives and acquaintances, let it be our prayer to God that our communion may be not only pleasant, but profitable; so that we may not merely pass away time and spend a pleasant hour, but may advance a day’s march nearer to heaven, and acquire greater fitness for our eternal rest.

2. Observe, this morning, the sacred joy of Mary so that you may imitate it. This is a season when all men expect us to be joyous. We compliment each other with the desire that we may have a “Merry Christmas.” Some Christians who are a little squeamish, do not like the word “merry.” It is a very good old Saxon word, having the joy of childhood and the mirth of manhood in it. It brings before one’s mind the old song of the waits,1 and the midnight peal of bells, the holly and the blazing log. I love it for its place in that most tender of all parables, where it is written, that, when the long lost prodigal returned to his father safe and sound, “They began to be merry.” This is the season when we are expected to be happy; and my heart’s desire is, that in the highest and best sense, you who are believers may be “merry.” Mary’s heart was merry within her; but here was the mark of her joy, it was all holy merriment, every drop of it was sacred mirth. It was not such merriment as worldlings will revel in today and tomorrow, but such merriment as the angels have around the throne, where they sing, “Glory to God in the highest,” while we sing “On earth peace, goodwill towards men.” Such merry hearts have a continual feast. I want you, you children of the bridechamber, to possess today and tomorrow, yes, all your days, the high and consecrated bliss of Mary, so that you may not only read her words, but use them for yourselves, always experiencing their meaning: “My soul does magnify the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.”

3. Observe, first, that she sings; secondly, she sings sweetly; thirdly, shall she sing alone?

Mary Sings

4. I. First observe, that MARY SINGS.

5. Her subject is a Saviour; she hails the incarnate God. The long expected Messiah is about to appear. He for whom prophets and princes waited for a long time, is now about to come, to be born of the virgin of Nazareth. Truly there was never a subject of sweeter song than this—the stooping down of Godhead to the feebleness of manhood. When God revealed his power in the works of his hands, the morning stars sang together, and the sons of God shouted for joy; but when God reveals himself, what music shall suffice for the grand psalm of adoring wonder? When wisdom and power are seen, these are only attributes; but in the incarnation it is the divine person which is revealed wrapped in a veil of our inferior clay: well might Mary sing, when earth and heaven even now are wondering about the condescending grace. Worthy of peerless music is the fact that “the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.” There is no longer a great gulf fixed between God and his people; the humanity of Christ has bridged it. We can no more think that God sits on high, indifferent to the wants and woes of men, for God has visited us and come down to the lowliness of our estate. We need no longer bemoan that we can never participate in the moral glory and purity of God, for if God in glory can come down to his sinful creature, it is certainly less difficult to bear that creature, blood washed and purified, up that starry way, so that the redeemed one may sit down for ever on his throne. Let us imagine no longer in sombre sadness that we cannot draw near to God so that he will really hear our prayer and pity us in our needs, seeing that Jesus has become bone of our bone and flesh of our flesh, born a babe as we are born, living a man as we must live, bearing the same infirmities and sorrows, and bowing his head to the same death. Oh, can we not come with boldness by this new and living way, and have access to the throne of the heavenly grace, when Jesus meets us as Emmanuel, God with us? Angels sang—they scarcely knew why. Could they understand why God had become man? They must have known that herein was a mystery of condescension; but all the loving consequences which the incarnation involved even their acute minds could scarcely have guessed; but we see it all, and comprehend the grand design most fully. The manger of Bethlehem was full of glory; all the blessedness was wrapped up in the incarnation by which a soul, snatched from the depths of sin, is lifted up to the heights of glory. Shall our clearer knowledge not lead us to heights of song which angelic guesses could not reach? Shall the lips of cherubs move to flaming sonnets, and shall we who are redeemed by the blood of the incarnate God be treacherously and ungratefully silent?

Did archangels sing your coming?
 Did the shepherds learn their lays?—
Shame would cover me ungrateful,
 Should my tongues refuse to praise.

6. This, however, was not the full subject of her holy hymn. Her particular delight was not that there was a Saviour to be born, but that he was to be born by her. She was blessed among women and highly favoured by the Lord; but we can enjoy the same favour; indeed, we must enjoy it, or the coming of a Saviour will be of no avail to us. Christ on Calvary, I know, takes away the sin of his people; but none have ever known the virtue of Christ upon the cross, unless they have the Lord Jesus formed in them as the hope of glory. The stress of the virgin’s canticle is laid upon God’s special grace to her. Those little words, the personal pronouns, tell us that it was truly a personal affair with her. “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” The Saviour was peculiarly, and in a special sense, hers. She sang no “Christ for all”; but “Christ for me,” was her glad subject. Beloved, is Christ Jesus in your heart? Once you looked at him from a distance, and that look cured you of all spiritual diseases, but are you now living upon him, receiving him into your very vitals as your spiritual food and drink? In holy fellowship you have oftentimes fed upon his flesh and been made to drink of his blood; you have been buried with him in baptism to death; you have yielded yourselves a sacrifice to him and you have taken him to be a sacrifice for you; you can sing of him as the spouse did, “His left hand is under my head, and his right hand embraces me. … My Beloved is mine, and I am his: he feeds among the lilies.” This is a happy style of living, and anything short of this is poor slavish work. Oh! you can never know the joy of Mary unless Christ becomes truly and really yours; but oh! when he is yours, yours within, reigning in your heart, yours controlling all your passions, yours changing your nature, subduing your corruptions, inspiring you with hallowed emotions; yours within, a joy unspeakable and full of glory—oh! then you can sing, you must sing, who can restrain your tongue? If all the scoffers and mockers upon earth should bid you to hold your peace, you must sing; for your spirit must rejoice in God your Saviour,

7. We should miss much instruction if we overlooked the fact that the choice poem before us is a hymn of faith. As yet there was no Saviour born, nor, as far as we can judge had the virgin any evidence such as carnal sense requires to make her believe that a Saviour would be born by her. “How can this thing be?” was a question which might very naturally have suspended her song until it received an answer convincing to flesh and blood; but no such answer had been given. She knew that with God all things are possible, she had his promise delivered by an angel, and this was enough for her: on the strength of the Word which came forth from God, her heart leaped with pleasure and her tongue glorified his name. When I consider what it is which she believed, and how unhesitatingly she received the word, I am ready to give her, as a woman, a place almost as high as what Abraham occupied as a man; and if I dare not call her the mother of the faithful, at least let her have due honour as one of the most excellent of the mothers in Israel. Mary very well deserved the benediction of Elizabeth, “Blessed is she who believes.” To her the “substance of things hoped for” was her faith, and that was also her “evidence of things not seen”; she knew, by the revelation of God, that she was to bear the promised seed who should bruise the serpent’s head; but she had no other proof. Today there are those among us who have little or no conscious enjoyment of the Saviour’s presence; they walk in darkness and see no light; they are groaning over inbred sin, and mourning because corruptions prevail; let them now trust in the Lord, and remember that if they believe on the Son of God, Christ Jesus is within them; and by faith they may very gloriously sing the hallelujah of adoring love. Even though the sun does not shine today, the clouds and mists have not quenched its light; and though the Sun of Righteousness does not shine on you at this moment, still he keeps his place in those skies, and knows no variableness, neither shadow of a turning. If with all your digging, the well does not spring up, yet there abides a constant fulness in that deep, which crouches beneath in the heart and purpose of a God of love. What, if like David, you are much cast down, yet like him you say to your soul, “Hope in God, for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance.” Be glad then with Mary’s joy: it is the joy of a Saviour completely hers, but evidenced to be so, not by sense, but by faith. Faith has its music as well as sense, but it is of a more divine kind: if the provisions on the table make men sing and dance, feastings of a more refined and etherial nature can fill believers with a hallowed plenitude of delight.

8. Still listening to the favoured virgin’s canticle, let me observe that her lowliness does not make her stop her song; indeed, it imports a sweeter note into it. “For he has regarded the low estate of his handmaiden.” Beloved friend, you are feeling more intensely than ever the depth of your natural depravity, you are humbled under a sense of your many failings, you are so dead and earth bound even in this house of prayer, that you cannot rise to God; you are heavy and sad, while our Christmas carols have been ringing in your ears; you feel yourself to be today so useless to the Church of God, so insignificant, so utterly unworthy, that your unbelief whispers, “Surely, surely, you have nothing to sing for.” Come, my brother, come my sister, imitate this blessed virgin of Nazareth, and turn that very lowliness and unworthiness which you so painfully feel, into another reason for unceasing praise; daughters of Zion, sweetly say in your hymns of love, “He has regarded the low estate of his handmaiden.” The less worthy I am of his favours, the more sweetly I will sing of his grace. What if I am the most insignificant of all his chosen; then I will praise him who with eyes of love has sought me out, and set his love upon me. “I thank you, oh Father, Lord of heaven and earth, that while you have hidden these things from the wise and prudent, you have revealed them to babes: even so, Father; for so it seemed good in your sight.” I am sure, dear friends, the remembrance that there is a Saviour, and that this Saviour is yours, must make you sing; and if you set side by side with it the thought that you were once sinful, unclean, vile, hateful, and an enemy to God, then your notes will take a yet loftier flight, and mount to the third heavens, to teach the golden harps the praise of God.

9. It is very well worthy of notice, that the greatness of the promised blessing did not give the sweet songstress an argument for suspending her thankful strain. When I meditate upon the great goodness of God in loving his people before the earth was, in laying down his life for us, in pleading our cause before the eternal throne, in providing a paradise of rest for us for ever, the black thought has troubled me, “Surely this is too high a privilege for such an insect of a day as this poor creature, man.” Mary did not look at this matter unbelievingly; although she appreciated the greatness of the favour, she only rejoiced the more heartily on that account. “For he who is mighty has done great things to me.” Come, soul, it is a great thing to be a child of God, but your God does great wonders, therefore do not stagger through unbelief, but triumph in your adoption, though it is a great mercy. Oh! it is a mighty mercy, higher than the mountains, to be chosen by God from all eternity, but it is true that even so are his redeemed chosen, and therefore sing about it. It is a deep and unspeakable blessing to be redeemed with the precious blood of Christ, but you are so redeemed beyond all question. Therefore do not doubt, but shout aloud with gladness of heart. It is a rapturous thought, that you shall dwell above, and wear the crown, and wave the palm branch for ever; let no mistrust interrupt the melody of your psalm of expectation, but—

Loud to the praise of love divine,
 Bid every string awake.

What a fulness of truth is in these few words: “He who is mighty has done great things to me.” It is a text from which a glorified spirit in heaven might preach an endless sermon. I urge you, lay hold upon the thoughts which I have in this poor way suggested to you, and try to reach where Mary stood in holy exultation. The grace is great, but so is its giver; the love is infinite, but so is the heart from which it wells up; the blessedness is unspeakable, but so is the divine wisdom which planned it from of old. Let our hearts take up the Virgin’s magnificat, and praise the Lord very joyously at this hour.

10. Still further, for we have not exhausted the strain, the holiness of God has sometimes dampened the ardour of the believer’s joy; but not so in Mary’s case. She exults in it; “And holy is his name.” She weaves even that bright attribute into her song. Holy Lord! when I forget my Saviour, the thought of your purity makes me shudder; standing where Moses stood upon the holy mountain of your law, I do exceedingly fear and quake. To me, conscious of my guilt, no thunder could be more dreadful than the seraph’s hymn of “Holy! holy! holy! Lord God of Hosts.” What is your holiness but a consuming fire which must utterly destroy me—a sinner? If the heavens are not pure in your sight and you charged your angels with folly, how much less then can you bear with vain, rebellious man, who is born from a woman? How can man be pure, and how can your eyes look upon him without consuming him quickly in your anger? But, oh you Holy One of Israel, when my spirit can stand on Calvary and see your holiness vindicate itself in the wounds of the man who was born at Bethlehem, then my spirit rejoices in that glorious holiness which was once her terror. Did the thrice holy God stoop down to man and take man’s flesh? then there is hope indeed! Did a holy God bear the sentence which his own law pronounced on man? Does that holy God incarnate now spread his wounded hands and plead for me? Then my soul, the holiness of God shall be a consolation to you. I draw living waters from this sacred well; and I will add to all my notes of joy this one, “and holy is his name.” He has sworn by his holiness, and he will not lie, he will keep his covenant with his anointed and his seed for ever.

11. When we take to ourselves the wings of eagles, and mount towards heaven in holy praise, the prospect widens beneath us; even so as Mary poises herself upon the poetic wing, she looks down the long aisles of the past, and beholds the mighty acts of Jehovah in the ages long past. Hear how her strain gathers majesty; it is rather the sustained flight of the eagle winged Ezekiel, than the flutter of the timid dove of Nazareth. She sings, “His mercy is on those who fear him from generation to generation.” She looks beyond the captivity, to the days of the kings, to Solomon, to David, along through the Judges into the wilderness, across the Red Sea to Jacob, to Isaac, to Abraham, and onward, until, pausing at the gate of Eden, she hears the sound of the promise, “The seed of the woman shall bruise the serpent’s head.” How magnificently she sums up the book of the wars of the Lord, and rehearses the triumphs of Jehovah, “He has shown strength with his arm; he has scattered the proud in the imagination of their hearts.” How delightfully is mercy intermingled with judgment in the next stanza of her psalm: “He has put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted those of low degree. He has filled the hungry with good things; and he has sent the rich away empty.” My brothers and sisters, let us, too, sing of the past, glorious in faithfulness, fearful in judgment, teeming with wonders. Our own lives shall furnish us a hymn of adoration. Let us speak of the things which we have made touching the King. We were hungry, and he filled us with good things; we crouched upon the dunghill with the beggar, and he has enthroned us among princes; we have been tossed with tempest, but with the Eternal Pilot at the helm, we have known no fear of shipwreck; we have been cast into the burning fiery furnace, but the presence of the Son of Man has quenched the violence of the flames. Tell out, oh you daughters of music, the long story of the mercy of the Lord for his people in the long departed generations. Many waters could not quench his love, neither could the floods drown it; persecution, famine, nakedness, peril, sword—none of these have separated the saints from the love of God which is in Christ our Lord. The saints beneath the wing of the Most High have been always safe; when most molested by the enemy, they have dwelt in perfect peace: “God is their refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Ploughing at times the blood red wave, the ship of the Church has never swerved from her predestined path of progress. Every tempest has favoured her: the hurricane which sought her ruin has been made to bear her more swiftly onward. Her flag has braved for these many centuries the battle and the breeze, and she does not fear what may yet be before her. But, lo! she nears the haven; the day is dawning when she shall bid farewell to storms; the waves already grow calm beneath her; the long promised rest is near at hand; her Jesus himself meets her, walking upon the waters; she shall enter into her eternal haven, and all who are on board shall, with their Captain, sing of joy, and triumph, and victory through him who has loved her and has been her deliverer.

12. When Mary thus tuned her heart to glory in her God for his wonders in the past, she particularly dwelt upon the note of election. The highest note in the scale of my praise is reached when my soul sings, “I love him because he first loved me.” Well does Kent put it—

A monument of grace,
A sinner saved by blood;
The streams of love I trace,
Up to the fountain, GOD;
And in his mighty breast I see,
Eternal thoughts of love to me.

We can scarcely fly higher than the source of love in the mount of God. Mary has the doctrine of election in her song: “He has put down the mighty from their seats, and exalted those of low degree. He has filled the hungry with good things; and he has sent the rich away empty.” Here is distinguishing grace, discriminating regard; here are some allowed to perish; here are others, the least deserving and the most obscure, made the special objects of divine affection. Do not be afraid to dwell upon this high doctrine, beloved in the Lord. Let me assure you that when your mind is most heavy and depressed, you will find this to be a bottle of richest cordial. Those who doubt these doctrines, or who cast them into the cold shade, miss the richest clusters of Eshcol; they lose the wines on the lees well refined, the fat things full of marrow; but you who by reason of years have had your senses exercised to discern between good and evil, you know that there is no honey like this, no sweetness comparable to it. If the honey in Jonathan’s wood, when only touched enlightened the eyes to see, this is honey that will enlighten your heart to love and learn the mysteries of the kingdom of God. Eat, and do not fear gluttony; live upon this choice dainty, and do not fear that you shall grow weary of it, for the more you know, the more you will want to know; the more your soul is filled, the more you will desire to have your mind enlarged, so that you may comprehend more and more the eternal, everlasting, discriminating love of God.

13. But we have one more remark upon this point. You perceive she does not finish her song until she has reached the covenant. When you mount as high as election, tarry on its sister mount, the covenant of grace. In the last verse of her song, she sings, “As he spoke to our fathers, to Abraham, and to his seed for ever.” To her, that was the covenant; to us who have clearer light, the ancient covenant made in the council chamber of eternity, is the subject of the greatest delight. The covenant with Abraham was in its best sense only a minor copy of that gracious covenant made with Jesus, the everlasting Father of the faithful, before the blue heavens were stretched abroad. Covenant engagements are the softest pillows for an aching head; covenant engagements with the surety, Christ Jesus, are the best props for a trembling spirit.

His oath, his covenant, his blood,
Support me in the raging flood;
When every earthly prop gives way,
This still is all my strength and stay.

If Christ swore to bring me to glory, and if the Father swore that he would give me to the Son to be a part of the infinite reward for the travail of his soul; then, my soul, until God himself shall be unfaithful, until Christ shall cease to be the truth, until God’s eternal council shall become a lie, and the red roll of his election shall be consumed with fire, you are safe. Rest, then, in perfect peace, come what will; take your harp from the willows, and never let your fingers cease to sweep it to strains of richest harmony. Oh for grace from first to last to join the Virgin in her song.

She Sings Sweetly

14. II. Secondly, SHE SINGS SWEETLY. She praises her God very heartily. Observe how she plunges into the midst of the subject. There is no preface, but “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” When some people sing, they appear to be afraid of being heard. Our poet puts it—

With all my powers of heart and tongue
I’ll praise my Maker in my song;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.

I am afraid angels frequently do not hear those poor, feeble, dying whisperings, which often drop from our lips merely by force of custom. Mary is all heart; evidently her soul is on fire; while she muses, the fire burns; then she speaks with her tongue. May we, too, call home our wandering thoughts, and wake up our slumbering powers to praise redeeming love. It is a noble word that she uses here: “My soul magnifies the Lord.” I suppose it means, “My soul endeavours to make God great by praising him.” He is as great as he can be in his being; my goodness cannot extend to him; but yet my soul would make God greater in the thoughts of others, and greater in my own heart. I would give the train of his glory wider sweep; I would reflect the light which he has given to me; I would make his enemies his friends; I would turn harsh thoughts of God into thoughts of love. “My soul would magnify the Lord.” Old Trapp says, “My soul would make greater room for him.” It is as if she wanted to get more of God into her, like Rutherford, when he says, “Oh! that my heart were as big as heaven, so that I might hold Christ in it”; and then he stops himself—“But heaven and earth cannot contain him. Oh, that I had a heart as big as seven heavens, so that I might hold all of Christ within it.” Truly this is a larger desire than we can ever hope to have gratified; yet still our lips shall sing, “My soul magnifies the Lord.” Oh! if I could crown him; if I could lift him higher! If my burning at the stake would only add a spark more light to his glory, I would be happy to suffer. If my being crushed would lift Jesus an inch higher, happy would be the destruction which should add to his glory! Such is the hearty spirit of Mary’s song.

15. Again, her praise is very joyful: “My spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” The word in the Greek is a remarkable one. I believe it is the same word which is used in the passage, “Rejoice in that day and leap for joy.” We used to have an old word in English which described a certain exulting dance, “a galliard.” 2 That word is supposed to have come from the Greek word used here. It was a sort of leaping dance; the old commentators call it a levalto. Mary in effect declares, “My spirit shall dance like David before the ark, shall leap, shall spring, shall bound, shall rejoice in God my Saviour.” When we praise God, it ought not to be with dolorous and doleful notes. Some of my brethren praise God always on the minor key, or in the deep, deep bass: they cannot feel holy until they have the horrors. Why do some men only worship God with a long face? I know them by their very walk as they come to worship: what a dreary pace it is! how solemnly proper and funereal indeed! They do not understand David’s Psalm:—

Up to her courts with joys unknown,
 The sacred tribes repair.

No, they come up to their Father’s house as if they were going to jail, and worship God on the Sunday as if it were the most doleful day in the week. It is said of a certain Highlander, when the Highlanders were very pious, that he once went to Edinburgh, and when he came back again he said he had seen a dreadful sight on Sunday, he had seen people at Edinburgh going to church with happy faces. He thought it was wicked to look happy on Sunday; and that same notion exists in the minds of certain good people around here; they imagine that when the saints get together they should sit down, and have a little comfortable misery, and very little delight. In truth, moaning and pining is not the appointed way for worshipping God. We should take Mary as our example. All the year around I recommend her as an example to fainthearted and troubled ones. “My spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” Cease from rejoicing in sensual things, and have no fellowship with sinful pleasures, for all such rejoicing is evil. But you cannot rejoice too much in the Lord. I believe that the fault with our public worship is that we are too sober, too cold, and too formal. I do not exactly admire the ravings of our Primitive Methodist friends when they grow wild; but I should have no objection to hear a hearty “Hallelujah!” now and then. An enthusiastic burst of exultation might warm our hearts; the shout of “Glory!” might fire our spirits. This I know, I never feel more ready for true worship than when I am preaching in Wales, when the whole sermon throughout, the preacher is aided rather than interrupted by shouts of “Glory to God!” and “Bless his name!” Why then one’s blood begins to glow, and one’s soul is stirred up, and this is the true way of serving God with joy. “Rejoice in the Lord always; and again I say, Rejoice.” “My spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.”

16. She sings sweetly, in the third place, because she sings confidently. She does not pause while she questions herself, “Have I any right to sing?” but no, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he has regarded the low estate of his handmaiden.” “IF” is a sad enemy to all Christian happiness; “but,” “perhaps,” “doubt,” “surmise,” “suspicion,” these are a race of robbers who waylay poor timid pilgrims and steal their spending money. Harps soon get out of tune, and when the wind blows from the doubting quarter, its many strings snap. If the angels of heaven could have a doubt, it would turn heaven into hell. “If you are the Son of God,” was the dastardly weapon wielded by the old enemy against our Lord in the wilderness. Our great foe knows very well what weapon is the most dangerous. Christian, put up the shield of faith whenever you see that poisoned dagger about to be used against you. I fear that some of you foster your doubts and fears. You might as well hatch young vipers, and foster the cockatrice. You think that it is a sign of grace to have doubts, whereas it is a sign of infirmity. It does not prove that you have no grace when you doubt God’s promise, but it does prove that you need more; for if you had more grace, you would take God’s Word as he gives it, and it would be said of you as of Abraham, that “he did not stagger at the promise of God, through unbelief, being fully persuaded that what he had promised he was able also to perform.” May God help you to shake off your doubts. Oh! these are devilish things. Is that too harsh a word? I wish I could find a harsher one. These are felons; these are rebels, who seek to rob Christ of his glory; these are traitors who cast mire upon the escutcheon 3 of my Lord. Oh! these are vile traitors; hang them on a gallows, high as Haman’s; cast them to the earth, and let them rot like carrion, or bury them with the burial of a donkey. Doubts are abhorred by God; let them be abhorred by men. They are cruel enemies to your souls, they injure your usefulness, they spoil you in every way. Strike them with the sword of the Lord and of Gideon! By faith in the promise seek to drive out these Canaanites and possess the land. Oh you men of God, speak with confidence, and sing with sacred joy.

17. There is something more than confidence in her song. She sings with great familiarity, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour. For he who is mighty has done great things to me; and holy is his name.” It is the song of one who draws very near to her God in loving intimacy. I always have an idea when I listen to the reading of the Liturgy, that it is a slave’s worship. I do not find fault with its words or sentences, perhaps of all human compositions, the liturgical service of the Church of England is, with some exceptions, the noblest; but it is only fit for slaves, or at best for subjects. The whole service through, one feels that there is a bound set all around the mountain, just as at Sinai. Its Litany is the wail of a sinner, and not the happy triumph of a saint. The service engenders to bondage, and has nothing in it of the confident spirit of adoption. It views the Lord afar off, as one to be feared rather than loved, and to be dreaded rather than delighted in. I have no doubt it suits those whose experience leads them to put the ten commandments near the communion table, for by it they evidence that their dealings with God are still on the terms of servants and not of sons. For my own part I want a form of worship in which I may draw near to my God, and even come to his feet, spreading my case before him, and ordering my cause with arguments; talking with him as a friend talks with his friend, or a child with his father; otherwise the worship is of little worth to me. Our Episcopalian friends, when they come here, are naturally struck with our service, as being irreverent, because it is so much more familiar and bold than theirs. Let us carefully guard against really deserving such a criticism, and then we need not fear it; for a renewed soul yearns after that very communion which the formalist calls irreverent. To talk with God as my Father, to deal with him as with one whose promises are true to me, and to whom I, a sinner washed in blood, and clothed in the perfect righteousness of Christ, may come with boldness, not standing afar off; I say this is a thing which the outer court worshipper cannot understand. There are some of our hymns which speak of Christ with such familiarity that the cold critic says, “I do not like such expressions, I could not sing them.” I quite agree with you, Sir Critic, that the language would not befit you, a stranger; but a child may say a thousand things which a servant must not. I remember a minister altering one of our hymns—

Let those refuse to sing
Who never knew our God;
But favourites of the heavenly king
May speak their joys abroad.

He gave it out—

“But subjects of the heavenly king.”

Yes; and when he gave it out I thought, “That is right; you are singing what you feel; you know nothing of discriminating grace and special revelations, and therefore you keep to your native level, ‘Subjects of the heavenly king.’” But oh, my heart wants a worship in which I can feel, and express the feeling that I am a favourite of the heavenly king, and therefore can sing his special love, his revealed favour, his sweet relationships, his mysterious union with my soul. You never get right until you ask the question, “Lord, how is it that you will reveal yourself to us, and not to the world?” There is a secret which is revealed to us, and not to the outside world; an understanding which the sheep receive and not the goats. I appeal to any of you who during the week are in an official position; a judge, for instance. You have a seat on the bench, and you wear no small dignity when you are there. When you get home there is a little fellow who has very little fear of your judgeship, but much love for your person, who climbs your knee, who kisses your cheek, and says a thousand things to you which are proper and right enough since they come from him, but which you would not tolerate in court from any man living. The parable needs no interpretation. When I read some of the prayers of Martin Luther they shock me, but I argue with myself like this: “It is true I cannot talk to God in the same way as Martin, but then perhaps Martin Luther felt and realised his adoption more than I do, and therefore was not less humble because he was more bold. It may be that he used expressions which would be out of place in the mouth of any man who had not known the Lord as he had done.” Oh my friends, sing today of our Lord Jesus as one near to us. Get close to Christ, study his wounds, thrust your hand into his side, put your finger into the print of the nails, and then your song shall win a sacred softness and melody not to be gained elsewhere.

18. I must close by observing that while her song was all this, yet how very humble it was, and how full of gratitude. The Papist calls her, “Mother of God,” but she never whispers such a thing in her song. No, it is “God my Saviour”; just such words as the sinner who is speaking to you might use, and such expressions as you sinners who are hearing me can use too. She needs a Saviour, she feels it; her soul rejoices because there is a Saviour for her. She does not talk as though she could commend herself to him, but she hopes to stand accepted in the Beloved. Let us then take care that our familiarity has always blended with it the lowliest prostration of spirit, when we remember that he is God over all, blessed for ever, and we are nothing but dust and ashes; he fills all things, and we are less than nothing and vanity.

Shall She Sing Alone?

19. III. The last thing was to be SHALL SHE SING ALONE? Yes, she must, if the only music we can bring is that of carnal delights and worldly pleasures. There will be much music tomorrow which would not chime in with hers. There will be much mirth tomorrow, and much laughter, but I am afraid most of it would not accord with Mary’s song. It will not be, “My soul magnifies the Lord, and my spirit has rejoiced in God my Saviour.” We would not stop the play of the animal spirits in young or old; we would not abate one jot of your relish of the mercies of God, as long as you do not break his command by wantonness, or drunkenness, or excess: but still, when you have had the most of this bodily exercise, it profits little, it is only the joy of the fleeting hour, and not the happiness of the spirit which remains; and therefore Mary must sing alone, as far as you are concerned. The joy of the table is too low for Mary; the joy of the feast and the family grovels when compared with hers. But shall she sing alone? Certainly not, if today any of us by simple trust in Jesus can take Christ to be our own. Does the Spirit of God today lead you to say, “I trust my soul in Jesus?” My dear friend, then you have conceived Christ: after the mystical and best sense of that word, Christ Jesus is conceived in your soul. Do you understand him as the sin bearer, taking away transgression? Can you see him bleeding as the substitute for men? Do you accept him as such? Does your faith put all her dependence upon what he did, upon what he is, upon what he does? Then Christ is conceived in you, and you may go your way with all the joy that Mary knew; and I was half ready to say, with something more; for the natural conception of the Saviour’s holy body was not one tenth so appropriate a theme for congratulation as the spiritual conception of the holy Jesus within your heart when he shall be in you the hope of glory. My dear friend, if Christ is yours, there is no song on earth too high, too holy for you to sing; indeed, there is no song which thrills from angelic lips, no note which thrills archangel’s tongue in which you may not join. Even today, the holiest, the happiest, the most glorious of words, and thoughts, and emotions belong to you. Use them! May God help you to enjoy them; and may the praise be his, while yours is the comfort for evermore. Amen.

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Footnotes

  1. The Waits Song: Waits, or Waights, seem originally to have been a kind of musical watchmen, who, in order to prove their watchfulness, were required to pipe at stated hours of the night. See Explorer “http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Text/Chappell2/waits.htm” Music: See Explorer “http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/w/a/i/waitsong.htm” Lyrics: See Explorer “http://www.hymnsandcarolsofchristmas.com/Hymns_and_Carols/waits_song.htm”
  2. Galliard: A quick and lively dance in triple time. OED.
  3. Escutcheon: The shield or shield-shaped surface on which a coat of arms is depicted. OED.

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